W.C. Hull Poet Free verse

The Choice

The straight road stopped,
Two spread forth,
I thought the South,
But took the North.
I traveled on
Through the years,
I had my joys,
I cried my tears.
I wonder now,
Mind and mouth,
Was it right
To leave the South?
I’ll never know!
Life is such,
You choose but one
And ponder much.

W.C.Hull © 2000-4-3-149 (B)

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Virginia Gelok January 20, 2022 at 7:43 AM My kind of poetry. Simple and to the point. I really enjoyed this.

Line Gauthier March 5, 2020 at 5:32 PM Enjoyed your poem, WC.